It was March of 1981. Kelly came home for the weekend from college. It was a coincidence that her folks were out of town for the weekend to a bowling competition. Her dad was pretty good back in the day. We wouldn’t have the house to ourselves because her twenty-three-year-old stoner brother, Steve, still lived there. Steve spent very little time in the house though. Kelly and I hadn’t seen each other since Valentine’s Da...

It was a typical day in suburbia hell. The grass was cut to exactly the same length, with all the houses looking the same, with their two-car garages and white picket fences. Basically, this is where men go to die. My name is Xavier; I’m a married man providing all the things a man should provide for his family, but god how I hate this neighborhood. Don’t get me wrong it’s all very nice and Pleasantville. But that’s also...

It was late in May 1985. Kelly and I got away for a long weekend and rented a tiny cabin in northern Wisconsin. Kelly and I were both twenty-five. Kelly was 5’2” and I was 6’4”. Kelly had big 34F boobs (that barely sagged at all) with nice sized pink areola and nipples. Her straight dishwater-blond hair hung to the back of her knees. She was all leg, with a short torso, a cute little bubble butt, and sexy feet. It was sti...

A bead of sweat ran down my cheek and dripped onto the hardwood floor below me. I was shooting my last two free throws to finish up my basketball work-out on a Thursday morning during finals week at Wesleyan University. I made my two free throws, grabbed the basketball as it bounced on the court through the net and headed back to the locker room. I grabbed my shirt off the floor, drenched in sweat, and unplugged my phone...

All characters in this story are 18 or older, and the author does not in any way condone non-consensual sex. This story is fiction and contains, rough anal, pain, humiliation and degradation, ass to mouth, and rough oral; if you don't like these themes, please do not read or rate it. This work is purely fantasy, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.I actually felt...

Three days after my eighteenth birthday my parents left on their annual European tour so I was left to fend for myself. Before leaving my mother had said, "No wild parties while we're away mind." My Dad's final wink and nudge comment had been, "About time you were getting to know something about girls, isn't it, Danny?"Hell, did the whole world know I was still a virgin. Most of my friends at college were forever banging...

Reginald Woodrow Buttress felt the deep throb before he opened his eyes. It was the same every goddamn morning and lasted all day, every day. A boner so big and hard you could club an elephant with it.Why, God, why? Why me?Perpetual wood. Permanent hard on. Eleven fucking inches of purple, throbbing stone. There was so much blood in his dick, he sometimes fainted. Even then his dick didn't go soft. It never did.Problem wa...

He wasn’t going to cum in her mouth, not this time; he’d decided that the second she opened up her lips to accept his throbbing cock. He felt that violent urge that sometimes takes a man, whirring through his mind like a little devil. No, this time, he would do what he loved for a change.His hands gripped her head and pulled it roughly onto him, he didn’t fucking care, it was his time and she would do what he wanted. He k...

Nikita shivered. It was cold and a bit damp in this closet, and she wasn’t wearing much clothing. Her knees were sore from kneeling on the cold concrete. A steel anal hook with a large ball was stuffed up her ass, and a rope was tied tightly from the hook to her hair. The rope forced her to remain with her back arched and her head slightly back, the perfect position for being throat fucked. Her hands were tied to her ankl...

I own a shop; it is not your usual conventional shop. I used to own a stereotypical shop DIY tool shop but it wasn’t making any money and I decided I wanted to mix business and pleasure. I have been part of the BDSM scene for a few years now, but never had the courage to open up a venue quite like this. My shop displays and rents out Subs, I train them up myself with a few close friends but I run this shop single handily....

Welcome to my throat, A warm and narrow moat.Please, do not be alarmed,  If you hear me gag and choke. Entrance is not free, Yes, there is a fee, Payable to pleasure, Mister, I ain't cheap.Crawl into my mind,Let's loose track of space and time. Have open arms to catch me,As I'm falling in divine. You gotta have some flow, You either have it or you don't. Be a swirling, changing breeze, And my desire for you grows. Seduce...